shanghai, dogs and views from up high.
April 16th 2010 why is it that for the past four nights I have been woken by a dream of Shanghai and the sound of clinking cutlery?
why is the woman in the yellow shawl alone?
walking down the steps in Parliament Square?
Why is it so easy to give away my dream to a daughter who deserves the chance?
and, why was it so easy for the boy with blue skin to fill the vessel of trust with lies and deceipt?
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